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Wordshoppin’

Saliva started to form a big gulp in your throat. Thick lines flickering in front of your eyes. Pupils are following the white and dark spaces formulating comprehension. Like a perfect rhythm hammering inside of your forehead, the combination of space and line start creating sense in the cracks of your temporal lobes. Words are passing through the body like rain sinking into the sun-dried soil. Unfolding sensations keep dripping onto surface. Your wrist starts hurting, ink running low, sweat down forehead while the words start pouring out of every corner like rats leaving a sinking ship. Maddening capriciousness. 

Background

Are not stories sometimes the only thing that remains when everything else comes apart? They can be the shell holding content, a protective layer for delicacy, a thick, unforgiving suffocating bit of information or the most thought-provoking arousing treat you have received in a long time. Stories leave stains on our memory, some are hard to forget, or haunting. Others are as little as 5 words that in their combination will make your day and be the best thing you have experienced in a long while. Words create worlds, imagination, responsibility, make sense, loose sense and weave a thread between minds that can be followed and expanded on infinitely. 

Storytelling may be seen as an instance of creative genius, a magical Devine entity shaping the world but in fact, is not bound to any discipline or character type. It is as so many other things a craft, and ability to explore, learn and get better at. It is a tool, a companion, a passion or frustration but in any case an available means to open a door that might have been seemingly closed. 

Project info
Details

Title : Wordshoppin’
Year : 2015 - present
Role : Storyteller, Experience Writer

Perspectives

Is : attitude and a workshop format
Should be : word smithing the shit out of things
Will : be the love of your life

Project description

In a series of workshops, we explore various means of storytelling. As an instance to externalise an otherwise invisible process, as a means to follow thoughts, untangle complexity, to baptise devils advocates or weaving thoughts capes with others in mind-bending presentations. With various tools and methods, we explore the fierce practice of the wordsmith. To shake the earth below our feet and to grab the epitaph of a lifetime by its tale is just one of many possible outcomes.

With interludes on embodiments and in collaboration, we explore the possibility to not only creating stories but finding ways to narrate and embody them. Using performance as a platform for further exploration of the act of telling a story or means of finding the tale in the first place. 

Workshops were conducted at KHIO Academy of the Arts, Oslo (NO) Konstfack University of Arts, Craft and Design, Stockholm, (SE), Handelshögskolan, Stockholm School of Economics, (SE), KTH Stockholm and the Akademie der Bildenden Künste München (GER) amongst others. Bell me if you want one too.